For Every Mom Who Kisses Goodbye.. While Her Heart Stays Behind

When my youngest daughter was a toddler, her tiny hands would cling to me every morning, her tears mirroring the ache in my own heart as I left for work.
When my youngest daughter was a toddler, her tiny hands would cling to me every morning, her tears mirroring the ache in my own heart as I left for work.
 
In those moments, I promised myself I’d one day put that feeling into words—for every mom who’s ever had to pause at the doorway, blinking back tears, to choose between love and duty.
 
This poem is for you. For us. For the mothers who carry their children in their hearts even when they can’t hold them in their arms. 💔✨
 
𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲’𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐠
When morning light peeks through the door,
I hug you tight, then hug you more.
My shoes go on, my bag does too,
But oh, sweet one, I’ll miss you.
I kiss your nose, I stroke your hair,
I whisper, “Know I love you there.”
Though work may take me far away,
You’re in my heart through all the day.
The clock will spin, the sun will rise,
Till I’m back home to see your eyes.
And till then, though we’re apart,
You’re always here—inside my heart.
So when I leave, don’t be too blue,
Just know I ache to stay with you.
But love won’t fade, it won’t unwind—
I’m yours forever, sweet child of mine.
To every parent who’s ever whispered ‘I’ll be back soon’ through a tight throat: You’re seen. You’re loved. And oh, how you’re missed too.

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